The Eleven Doctors

Lyra had to do something, so she did do something:

"You put your right foot in you put your right foot out you put your right hoof in and you shake it all about! You do the Pony Pokey and you turn yourself around! That's what I'm talking about!!"

All looked at bewilderment at her random and seemingly useless decision, and yet, it did something:

As soon as she began, something went wrong with the Daleks.  They began to go: "AUUGGH!! I CAN-NOT!! YAAGH! MAL-FUNC-TION!!! MAL-FUNC-TION!!!" and then, one by one, they shut down.  After a brief silence of relief, muffled cries were heard in the Imperial Dalek Cyborg Tanks: "Hewwp! Fwuff can't see!" "Dawk! Scawwy!" "Oh poopies..." The Fluffy Ponies were trapped in their tanks.  The Dalek cyborgs then began to reactivate, one by one, but each time, it was clear something was different "HELP! HELP!! ALL CON-TACT WITH THE MAS-TER WITH-IN IS E-RA-DI-CA-TED!!!"

Then the tanks reactivated themselves, but something was wrong with them: "I HAVE LOST ALL COM-MUN-I-CA-TIONS WITH THE MAS-TER WITH-IN!!!!" "AF-FIRM-A-TIVE!!!" "WHAT SHALL I DO NOW???" One by one, the Daleks seemingly permanently lost any contact with the Kaled Mutants and the Fluffy Ponies.  In a massive panic, they began to spin around in directions, utterly dazed and despairing over the shocking changes they underwent.

"Keep doing it Lyra!" Bon-Bon squealed desperately.

"Way to go, girl!" shouted Blueblood, "how about a victory kiss?" Blueblood was not usually interested in mares unless they surprised him in some way, and Lyra gave him a surprise that now set a new record.

Cadence, whose weak knowledge of the Doctor inspired her to lay low and avoid too much attention, made a vital mental note: When being the Doctor, anything goes.

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Spike took advantage of the distraction and threw a firecracker at the back of the Sombra-Master's Head.

"RAUAUHGHGHGAUGHGHG!!!!"

Then Shining pounced on a lounging Cyberpony (the rest were still in the sauna and didn't care) to hold him down.,

Rarity immediately took advantage of this, grabbed the rapier, pinned Sombra to the ground, and held the blade at his throat: "yield."

"I might...but some other time, my dearest Doctor."

The next thing Rarity knew, she crashed face-first into the wooden floor.

Sombra had materialized right in front of her, holding a hoof-held teleportation device.

"Now my dears-" began the Sombra Master, but then loud alarms blared.

"What is wrong?!" he shrieked.

"Contact. With Daleks.  Has been interrupted." a Cyberpony answered.

Alright then, time to get serious" he said.  Into a microphone, he began to speak: "Lieutenant Brogun, you probably already know this now that you've seen what's happened, but just in case, the Daleks are malfunctioning: We may have to accelerate our plans.  I want you to order your men to fire on the Doctors."  Then he turned off the mic and spoke to his Doctress captives: "Now my dears, you will no longer interfere with the Author's plans..."

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Trixie squealed "Octavia, what are you doing?"

"Trying to pilot the TARDIS." Octavia explained  "I want to play around with this, so I can figure out what all the parts do."

"Why?" implored Nachtlicht

"If I do this, then I will surely find a use for this to aid Twilight's cause.  Now I should think...let's see if I got this right...ah, there!"

The distinctive sound of the TARDIS brakes screeching echoed throughout the corridors...

Octavia then calmly and quietly approached the doors, and pushed them apart.

"Oh dear.... I don't think we're in Ponyville anymore!"

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"I guess...I guess it's over." Cadence muttered.  "YEAH!!!!" added Bulk Snowlfake Biceps.  Cadence was so shocked that something so simple could so badly interfere wit the Dalek Cyborg CPU...and even more shocked at the sincere pain the cyborgs were in.  She couldn't resist the urge to speak, but couldn't speak more than she already did.

Lyra cut in: "Incorrect.  We need to get rid of the other monsters, we need to rescue Pinkie, we need to find the rest, and...teeheeheeheeheeheehee!!!"

"What's so funny Lyra?" Applejack asked.

"Look! Whoever sculpted that had a sense of humor!"

Bon-Bon then gazed at it, and saw what was so funny: There were three Angel shaped statues.  Two were making faces and positions that strongly portray uproarious laughter.  The other was smothered in cake, looking aghast, as though ensaddened and shocked that its "friends" would treat it in such a way.

"Um, Lyra...you really should start watching the New Who." Bon-Bon said, holding in all her panic.

"Why?"

"Because those aren't statues...." Blueblood explained uncomfortably.

"What?!"

"Keep you eyes on them...just...don't look into their eyes."

Lyra, who was completely out of control, began to break down: "WHATDOIDOWHATDOIDOWHATDOIDOWHATDOIDO-"

Then a male voice added, "yes, do."

Without any warning, some clicks indicated that some guns were trained on the Doctors.

"What are you doing?"

"You must not move, Doctors."

"Well, we can't, the Angels-"

"Exactly.  You have been a threat long enough.  It's time to stop.  Move, and the Angels get you.  You'll be dead."

"But we're your allies!" Cadence protested.

"You are as much of enemies to Equestria as the Daleks themselves."

"What in tarnation!?" Applejack exclaimed.

"You're Zygons aren't you?" Lyra asked.

The soldiers then looked at the officers.

"They're Zygons" Lyra explained. "Ask them things."

"General! When was the last time you ate a good steak?"

"Ignore them, men!! Do as I say!! Shoot them!"

"You dodged the questrion!"

There was soon division amongst the soldiers.

Similar to the building division of the Doctors...

Then Blueblood had an idea to even the odds: "Please, let me speak to you all...hmm, corporal...I didn't know that your eyes were blue...I like blue eyes...you could say it's...a fetish..."

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Derpy soon heard cooing, and then found herself surrounded by creepy foals.

"Oh, um, hello!"

"Why did the chicken cross the road?" one of them asked.

"Well, to get to the other side, or so I have been told."

"What can you make of a sword?"

"A hubcap?" Derpy answered.

"Rearrange..." a filly hinted.

Then it hit Derpy.

"WORDS!" She shouted triumphantly! S-W-O-R-D...rearrange the letters, and you can make W-O-R-D-S!

The kids all jumped and cheered for the Doctor-Derpy, and they ran off, singing limerics.

Derpy was now determined to use this knowledge of the transformed Everfree to save the day! And it was not long after this new form of determination that she saw something else that frightened her.

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Since Octavia took over Trixie's role as commander of the TARDIS, Trixie decided to indulge herself in her role as her favorite Doctor...

"The Great and Powerful Doctor has not looked better: A clear gaze, and a face beaming with pure intelligence!" Snips just thought she looked like Trixie.

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Fluttershy stood guard at Sugarcube Corner, but it seemed that nopony was there, but then she heard a commotion, and saw bright lights, from the town square.  She watched the battle from a distance, waiting to make a good move.  When the Daleks departed, she ordered her companions to remain at Sugarcube Corner.  She didn't want to risk their lives, and she didn't want them to break her stealth: The Daleks had a base, she new, and she had to see it and assess it.

Fluttershy walked, all alone on the borders of Ponyville, following the trail of Imperial Daleks.

She began thinking:

Some of the Daleks suddenly broke down.  Even from the Sugarcube Corner you surely must have seen that.

She wanted to get to the bottom of this, and see what they were doing.  She began to enter down an old shack that clearly could not hold room for all of them.  Is it bigger on the inside? she wondered.

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"Come clean Master, what help are you referring to?" Twilight asked.

"I retained some help from the Author, a powerful force who can change worlds." Sombra replied, while exchanging rapier blows with the Doctor-Rarity.

"Why are you telling us this? Now we know!"

"The Author makes himself hard to find...and hard to stop."

"So it's a he, eh?" Rarity was keen on memorizing as much information of this mysterious "Author" as she could.

The Sombra Master ignored them.  "The Author needed to re-sculpt this district, which armies of Daleks and Cyberponies have done so speedily, so that he can do with it as he pleases."

"Why does he need to re-sculpt it?"

"Why? For the glory of Satan, of course!" the Discord Master piped in.

"What?"

"Heheheh, nevermind, but without that altering, he can't really have power, can he?" the Discord/Master explained.

"Why tell us that secret?" Twilight asked.

"Because it's already too late, sweetheart!" the Discord Master chuckled. "Soon the Author will use Ponyville as a starting point for absolute control over Equestria, and re-shape it to suit his head-canon!"

"His what now?" Spike asked.

"There is so much you do not know..." Sombra said enigmatically.

*****

"Soon, all of reality shall bow to me! I have created the ultimate life-form! I AM ABOVE AND BEYOND GOD!!!!!!"

"MOTH-ER, ARE YOU PLAY-ING SPORE A-GAIN?"

The Davros-Chrysalis quickly jumped out of her chair and covered the screen with her hooves: "Why, uh, no! I was um, well, why, admiring my Daleks of course!"

The Imerpial Dalek's eyestalk telescoped and the lens narrowed, both indicating a very high suspicion.

"MOTH-ER, YOU KNOW HOW YOU GET WHEN YOU PLAY SPOOOOORE.  GIVE ME THE DISC."

With a sad sigh, Chryssie closed all of her work, unable to save her progress, and then, with the poutiest of faces, opened the drive and handed the disc to the Dalek.  The Fluffies are getting smarter...or is it the Cyborgs?, she thought.

"A-LERT! A-LERT! MOTH-ER, MOTH-ER! SCANS HAVE DE-TECTED A DOC-TOR LURK-ING IN OUR QUARTERS!!"

"Let me see." grumbled Chrysalis-Davros.  "Zoom in."

After analyzing the image for a while, Chryssie looked at it and said: "Oh, I know this Doctor.  He lacked the stomach for killing.  Gang up on him, this will be easy enough...no guns though.  The Fifth Doctor was not someone to be trifled with when he had a gun in hand."

The Imperial Dalek understood and obeyed these commands without the fear that Pure Daleks had, for it had no foreknowledge of the Doctors: "ALL U-NITS GATHER TO A-RE-A B-56, FLOOR 1!!!"

"I O-BEY!!"

As the other Daleks glided away, a squadron gathered to the Davros Chrysalis chamber.

"What have you to report?"

The Daleks then gradually parted, and out of the tight center, a pink poof ball crashed down.

"What?!"

"'Allo, 'allo, 'allo!!!" Pinkie said with her best Theater Frenzy voice.

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The Doctor-Fluttershy heard loud alarms blaring all around.  "Oh dear..."